When I Grow Up…

There is an elderly woman who has started walking through our building every day for exercise. Her general uniform consists of a very brightly colored top with black shorts, white crew socks (pulled all the way up) and tennis shoes. Oh, and a baseball cap that is bedazzled with some sort of nickname, but I haven’t figured out what it says yet. Her hair is perfectly curled under her hat and she never forgets her lipstick. When I first saw her, I thought “interesting” (in that sort of what-is-going-on-here kind of way). Now I have decided that I want to be her when I grow up.